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A little farther, giving me my first glimpse of his length.

“More.”

He pushes them down his thighs. His cock springs up, the head briefly grazing against his stomach.

I suck in a breath. “Gorgeous.”

“Me or my cock?”

I can’t speak. Every word dies in my throat in an awkward, embarrassed squeak.

He laughs, which makes his cock bounce, and steps out of his underwear. He stands, hands on his hips, letting me stare at his beautiful body.

“It’s hot that you think my cock is gorgeous.”

“All of you is gorgeous.” Have I redeemed myself?

He crawls onto the bed, coming towards me on his hands and knees. He straddles me, moving closer until he can kiss me. “You’re gorgeous too.”

I twine my fingers into his hair and pull him into another longer, more passionate kiss. I cannot get enough of kissing him. He still tastes of cake and icing. The saltiness of my cum is long gone.

He moans and kisses me harder as our tongues tangle. “So fucking sexy.” He glances around my room.

“Is it what you imagined?” I’m breathless.

“Mostly. Neat. Organised. Like you. To be honest, my fantasies focused on you rather than your bedroom. Please tell me you’ve got lube and a condom?”

“Yes.”

He scoots away while I turn awkwardly and scrabble in my drawer until I find supplies. They were shoved at the back, unused for months. I check the expiry date, sighing when I discover the lube and the condoms are good for several months. I would have cried if they’d been out of date. I hand them to him.

He kneels, staring at them. “We’re about to cross a line.”

“We already have.” We’ve kissed—lots. He’s sucked me off. In my kitchen! No one has ever given me a blow job in my kitchen before.

He meets my stare, eyebrows pinched together. “There are lines, and then there are lines.”

My stomach churns. “Having doubts?”

“No. Just making sure you’re not.”

I suck in a breath. Is this wrong? We’re consenting adults. We want each other. How can it be wrong? What will Lewis say when he inevitably finds out? Will I ever be able to look my best friend in the eye again?

“Euan?”

I’ll cross that bridge when—and if—it comes to it. I want Cameron. He wants me. Right now, that’s all that matters. My cock aches. My skin tingles. My heart races. My body is telling me this is right. My head doesn’t get a say.

“I’m not.”

He relaxes and grins. “Well, okay, then. Do me a favour, handsome. Get on all fours for me.”

A thrill runs through me. His bossy tone excites me. I get on all fours, my arse pointed in his direction, and spread my knees as much as is comfortable. The mattress depresses. He strokes my lower back and releases an approving sound.

He squeezes lube over my arse. I shiver from the sudden shock of cold. He runs his finger over my pucker tenderly. My muscles tremble and quiver in response.

“Thank you for trusting me with your arse,” he says.

I laugh. He slips his finger inside me, taking me by surprise. Oh, fuck, it feels so good. I’d almost forgotten how good arse play feels.